Big Salmon Lake kalugruak

Traveling through the shadow of the mountain was a surreal experience. It felt as though the trader had gone back in time! Back before he had been blessed with fatherhood, or married, or anything that had complicated his life. The shadow pealed off of him as the day wore on and the sun shifted in the sky, and by the time he stopped for a rest it was along the banks of a lake.

Here, he could spy the calm surface. There were occasional ripples when leaves fell and drifted aimlessly, and he watched some of these tumble. A heron flew by, likely hunting for its own food and disinterested in the terrestrial wolf. Kilgitsuk followed this with his eyes—and found his attention lingering on the bleed of color where the tree line reflected pine-greens, reds, and golds.

Perhaps here he could make another camp? There were probably fish to be caught if he was mindful enough—and with that in mind, Kilgitsuk got to work scouting the area for edibles.